#illario x original male character

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Desperation and Dellamorte - Chapter 1 - WoundedSoul - Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

After the events of Veilguard our heroes decide to settle into domestic wedded bliss. They ask Caterina's consent, but she has a stipulation. One that has the fallen Illario Dellamorte in an arranged marriage with the stoic brother of Rook.

Can this newly introduced couple survive their pasts to come together for a brighter future? Or will they fall into old habits for the further ruin of House Dellamorte?

[woundedsoul12]

Oooo I made a WIP Wednesday!!

This is very NSFW. It's from my Desperation and Dellamorte fic featuring Illario x Brick who is Rook's brother

“What do you want? Me to tell you that you're a good boy and pat you on the ass?” Brick shoots Illario a smug grin as he crosses his leg over his knee, leaning back casually onto the couch.

The Crow scoffs, a hollow sound that rings out in the parlor as he eyes the mountain of a man. Maker if looks could kill there would be no further need for knives-

“You would like that. Wouldn't you, osito?” he purrs the endearment as he stalks over, hips swinging as Brick watches him hungrily. Licking his lips as Illario leans down. His arms on the couch effectively caging his target, the fresh stuble of his chin almost brushing his lover's cheek. He's played this game before hundreds of times, but never with a mark so intriguing. “Am I being a good boy now?”

There is a small sound. Like Brick is being strangled followed by a hard swallow as his pupils dilate. The Crow relishes the effect he has on the man. How the usually nonchalant Dragon is slowly breaking before him. His careful control slipping as Illario's fingers dance up his bare chest where the buttons of his tunic lay half open.

“Keep going. You're being so good for me,” Brick encourages as he regains some composure. Now it's Illario's turn to suck in a breath as his hand closes around the man's throat. A gentle squeeze. Dominance. Not quite sure who is in control as the dragon beneath him gives him a sneer. “You can be rough baby. I prefer it that way.”

Illario moans as his lips crash into Brick’s. His hips sinking onto the larger man’s. Painfully hard as he rubs against his lover. Needing some sort of friction to ease the ache currently lighting fire in his veins.

Brick’s hands find his hair, tugging painfully as his teeth nip Illario’s bottom lip. A stinging bite that he then sucks and soothes. His other hand finding the Crow’s ass and dragging him down hard. Grinding them together as he groans with need.

Kisses along his jaw make his head spin. His hand moving from Brick’s neck to his shoulders. Hanging on for dear life as the man finds his pulse point and torments him with his mouth.

“Festis bei umo canavarum,” he chants in Tevene. And while Illario doesn't understand the words, it sounds incredible tumbling from his lover's lips. “I swear to the Maker if we get interrupted again I am killing someone this time.”

The Crow laughs. He is drunk on the power that is Brick. Any plans forgotten as his dragon begins to unbutton his shirt and trace the scars littering his skin.

“So fucking perfect,” he chants as he drags his thumb over one particularly ugly mark on his side. One ironically left from his fight with Rook and Lucanis. The reverence in Brick's eyes hitting something raw inside Illario. Something painful that he's always kept locked deep inside.

He's always been someone's plaything. Someone's second. The Lesser Dellamorte. But with this man- this force of nature that seems made just for him, he is precious. Wanted. Adoration and desire abounding like the kisses along his flesh.

And for the first time, Illario wonders if it wouldn't be so bad to go along with Lucanis’ plan. To ease into this marriage.

To really be a good boy.